Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"Grand Elder?" Song Wuji suddenly became anxious.

Song Xinxuan is the leader of the younger generation of the family whom he has focused on training. The reason why he agreed to Song Qingxi to change the battle from one to three was because he felt that with Song Xinxuan's strength, he could stably win the victory in the foundation-building field.

However, he never expected that Song Youfu was so strong that he risked his life to die together with Song Xinxuan, and turned the originally sure victory into a draw.

If he doesn't seize this loophole of the opponent, the difficulty of winning will increase exponentially. The stakes of this battle are too high. What is at stake is not only the reputation of the family, but also his personal position as the patriarch. He will never allow any omissions.

"Since Patriarch Song has objections, we should check it out. What do you think, Elder Jianxin?" Master Hua Ming took the opportunity to say.

Jian Xin nodded calmly and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Elder Hua Ming."

"I want to check the arrows now. Do you have any objection, Master Zixu?"

Song Changsheng looked calm and said calmly, "A man of integrity has nothing to fear. Elder, please feel free to check."

With a wave of his hand, the only [Yaoguang Arrow] left in the quiver fell in front of Master Hua Ming.

With Master Jianxin present as a witness, he was not afraid that Hua Ming would do anything in secret.

After receiving the arrow, Hua Ming carefully checked it, and finally shook his head helplessly at Song Wuji and said: "This arrow is not a disposable magic weapon, and it does not constitute a violation. The protest of Chief Song is invalid."

If Jianxin hadn't been present, he could have helped Song Wuji with the operations, but unfortunately the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, so they could only blame their bad luck.

Song Wuji had a gloomy face, but he did not dare to openly question Master Hua Ming. Even the outer sect elders of Wanxiang Palace were not people he could afford to offend easily.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a draw."

Song Wuji could only comfort himself in his heart that things had not yet reached the worst point and there was still a chance.

He cast his gaze towards the unruly man beside Song Tianyuan and said in a deep voice: "Mu Shang, the honor of the family depends on you. You can only win the next battle and not lose!"

"Chief, do you think I would be as useless as this kid?" Even in front of the chief, Song Muchang still spoke very rudely.

Although Song Wuji was displeased with his arrogance, he still managed to hold back his anger and said, "Don't be careless. Yu Qing was defeated by him. At that time, he was only in the late Purple Mansion cultivation stage. Now that he has broken through to the great perfection of Purple Mansion, his sword intent is even more fierce and full. He is definitely a strong opponent."

"Oh, Song Yuqing is really shameful. It's because I wasn't in the family that I let this young man become famous."

Song Mushang had always been dissatisfied with Song Yuqing being nominated as the Dharma Protector Elder. Not only did he show no respect for his elders in his words, but his words were also rather sharp.

"Enough." Song Tianyuan frowned slightly. Compared with Song Yuqing, Song Muchang was too flamboyant. He was disrespectful to his elders and despised his own people. If he didn't have great talent, he would never have been able to study in Zhuolu Academy.

I didn't expect that after so many years, his character hasn't changed at all.

Song Tianyuan spoke himself, and Song Mushang immediately shut up, but he did not hide the resentment in his eyes.

"The second round, the Purple Mansion Battle, begins now. Monks from both races, please enter." The voice of Master Hua Ming rang in everyone's ears again.

Song Qingxing and Song Mushang each entered the trial field and stood facing each other. A deep pit several feet deep separated them. Although they hadn't said a word yet, a murderous aura was already filling the air.

"Even if you defeated Song Yuqing, it doesn't look that good." Song Muchang said with disdain.

Song Qingxing's eyes were as silent as the deep space of the universe. He turned a deaf ear to his words, as if he was facing a ball of air.

This made Song Mushang feel like he was punching cotton with his fist. He said coldly, "You are very arrogant."

Song Qingxing still had no reaction, just looked at him calmly, as if he was looking at a clown.

"Don't think that you can look down on me [Jinxiu Banner] just because you defeated Song Yuqing. He is not even qualified to carry my shoes. Remember, the one who killed you is Song Mushang!"

"Wow"

The blazing long sword came out of its sheath with blazing flames, and the temperature of the entire trial field suddenly rose at this moment.

The sword light was thrilling, the heat wave was overwhelming, and even the space seemed to be distorted.

Song Qingxing's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation. He took a step forward and thousands of sharp sword energies followed. The mighty sword power was so strong that it was difficult to look directly at it.

This was a duel between a swordsman and a swordsman. Both sides were top talents from their respective races, and both had cultivated to the pinnacle of the Purple Mansion Stage. The two were tit-for-tat, and neither was at a disadvantage in momentum.

"Wow—"

A fire bird that was a hundred feet long appeared behind Song Muchang, chirping loudly. The rising red flames made him look like a god of war, extraordinary and mighty.

"Chong"

[Traceless Sword] trembled slightly, releasing a strong fighting spirit.

Song Qingxing was not in a hurry to draw his sword, but just gripped the hilt tightly, constantly accumulating sword energy.

"What are the guardian elders doing?" Song Jingyuan asked curiously.

"It should be gathering strength. As the saying goes, if you don't move, you're still. If you move, you're like thunder.

When strong men like them fight, it's all about will and momentum. If one of them is at a disadvantage in any aspect, the outcome will be clear immediately. "Song Jingyuan's eyes were filled with longing. He dreamed of becoming such a master.

Song Jingwei couldn't help but ask, "Who is this Song Mushang? He is so arrogant. Is he really stronger than Song Yuqing?"

“There is no record related to this person in the intelligence collected by the family. He should be a hidden genius of the [Jinxiu Banner], and he is very likely to be stronger than Song Yuqing.” Song Jingrui said solemnly.

"This person has an extraordinary talent. He has the Fire Heaven Spirit Root and there is a unique power flowing in his body. It is very powerful. It is probably some kind of blood power or spirit. Qing Xing has met his match." Song Changsheng directly revealed Song Muchang's foundation.

With such talent, one does have the capital to be arrogant.

The information about the Song family came from Song Shouhe, but there was no trace at all. It must be said that the [Jinxiu Banner] did a very good job in keeping secrets.

It's no wonder that Song Wuji dared to take on the battle of Zifu even though he knew Song Qingxing's strength clearly. Such a trump card is indeed strong enough.

The foundation of the old Jindan family should not be underestimated.

"Wow—"

At this moment, Song Mushang's knife power reached its limit, and he chose to take the initiative.

With a slash of the sword, the fire sparrow behind him turned into a blazing sword energy. Wherever it passed, the floor tiles made of fine gold shattered layer by layer and turned into boiling golden water.

"Chong"

The [Traceless Sword] in Song Qingxing's hand was unsheathed, and the sharp sword energy rushed straight into the sky, shaking the heaven and earth.

"boom--"

The knife energy and sword energy were entangled in the air, the spiritual energy was surging, and the true meaning of the law appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The aftermath of the sword duel swept in all directions, raging everywhere. The trial field was crumbling, and a layer of light blue light appeared above it, struggling to resist the aftermath of the fight between the two.

It actually triggered the passive defense mechanism of the trial field.

You know, this trial field was specially built for the Wanxiang Palace's Jindan-stage and below cultivators to compete with each other. It uses only the third-grade top-grade spiritual materials. Unless a Jindan cultivator takes action, it is extremely difficult to shake. Now it is on the verge of breaking in the fight between the two. This shows that the power erupted by the two has exceeded the limit of the Zifu stage and is infinitely close to the early Jindan cultivator.

Both of them have the ability to fight across levels, so it is no exaggeration to say that they are unmatched in the world.

There are such geniuses in Wanxiang Palace, and there is more than one. Each of them is the palace master’s treasure and the backbone of Wanxiang Palace’s future.

A seemingly ordinary gambling fight actually resulted in the emergence of two such geniuses, and both of them had the surname Song. Even Kenshin couldn't help but be amazed.

In addition to these two, there is another even more evil Song Changsheng.

If the [Jinxiu Banner] and the Wangyue Song family could unite together, it would probably not take many years for them to become the number one force under the Wanxiang Palace.

However, the two Song dynasties, which should have been a powerful alliance, have now come to the point of fighting each other, which makes her, as a bystander, secretly sigh with regret.

"scoff"

In the storm of swords and sabers, Song Qingxing and Song Mushang stood tall. After the first round of fighting, the two were evenly matched and neither of them gained the upper hand.

However, Song Mushang thought he had figured out Song Qingxing's limits, and shouted, "No wonder you were able to defeat Song Yuqing, you do have some strength, but if that's all, you can already surrender!"

Song Mushang's eyes were wide open with veins bulging on his forehead. The blood in his body released a roaring sound like a tidal wave. The jade crown that bound his hair burst open, and his jet-black hair turned blood-red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A vast power began to revive in his body, and endless fighting spirit was steaming in his eyes.

Fierce flames rose from under his feet. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was bathed in raging flames, his red hair dancing wildly, and his blood surging.

"It's actually the [Body of the Fiery Sun], no wonder." Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and he finally knew what the powerful force he had felt in Song Muchang's body before was.

This is a typical berserker physique, which burns its own blood and essence in exchange for even crazier strength and recovery ability. It fights like a mindless beast and is extremely difficult to deal with.

With his natural spiritual roots and spiritual body, it is no wonder that he looks down on Song Yuqing. Such a genius can occupy a place even in the Wanxiang Palace.

"Roar--"

Song Mushang let out a feral roar, and his sword intent reached its peak at this moment.

"Innate magical power [Fire Dance Across the Prairie]"

With a slash of sword, a dazzling blade light appeared, and endless flames rose. The entire trial field was shrouded in a sea of ​​fire. Two blazing walls of fire hundreds of feet high rolled towards the position where Song Qingxing was from both sides.

Under the terrifying high temperature, the trial field was riddled with holes and the ground was covered with red-hot gold water.

Song Qingxing slowly closed his eyes, and the [Traceless Sword] in his hand swayed slightly. The sword energy spread in all directions like water waves. All the things he had learned about sword skills over the years flashed quickly in his mind. A mysterious aura rose, and the sword intent gathered on the green sword, bursting out with endless sharpness.

At the moment when the wall of fire, the sword light and the sea of ​​fire attacked him, he suddenly slashed out with a sword.

"Innate magical power [Sword opens the sky gate]"

A ray of sword light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if it was going to split the primordial universe into two.

Song Mushang felt a chill for no reason. He seemed to see a sea of ​​blood and corpses slowly spreading out before his eyes. The bloody aura lingered around his neck, making him feel suffocated.

"Swish"

The sword energy swept through the void, and the wall of fire, the sea of ​​fire, and the sword light collapsed at the touch. The already shaky defense shield of the trial field could not bear the burden and turned into nothingness under this sword.

Song Mu was injured as if struck by lightning, and his clothes were torn to pieces, revealing his tight-fitting red silk clothes.

This is a precious garment woven from the silk of the [Red-bellied One-Horned Silkworm]. It is a top-grade magic weapon that has been passed down in the [Jinxiu Banner] for many years and has amazing defensive power.

Someone once wore this precious robe and withstood a blow from a fourth-level sea monster king and escaped unscathed.

However, Song Qingxing's sword was perfectly integrated into the [Law of Killing], directly ignoring the precious clothes on his body, hurting his insides, and all his internal organs were corroded by the [Sword Intent of Killing].

These sword intentions will cling to him like a maggot attached to his bones, continuously draining away his life force.

"what--"

Song Muchang let out an extremely suppressed roar. The advantage of his [Scorching Sun Body] was fully demonstrated at this moment. Despite suffering such serious injuries, he not only did not fall into despair, but became even more crazy under the stimulation of his blood.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Song Mu was so injured that he looked like a madman. He kept slashing wildly with the sword in his hand. He had completely lost his mind. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to cut off Song Qingxing's head.

"You are a beast without reason, you are not worthy to be my opponent."

Song Qingxing finally spoke the first words since the fight, and this short sentence trampled all of Song Muchang's pride to the ground.

"You deserve to die!"

Song Mushang roared in rage, and terrifying blood marks appeared on his body. He wiped his left hand across the blade, and blood gushed out from his palm like a fountain, which was all swallowed up by his natal sword. The vast aura made people tremble.

Faced with Song Muchang's desperate struggle, Song Qingxing cut his fingertips expressionlessly and forced out a drop of crystal blood.

This was the first time he bled in this fight.

The essence of blood fell onto the [Traceless Sword], and endless bloody evil energy spread, mixed with the sharp cries of evil spirits that were enough to pierce the eardrums.

He has no spiritual roots, nor a spirit that can reverse the situation, but he has an invincible will and a pure sword heart.

No matter how strong the opponent is, there is only one sword!
"Innate magical power [One sword overturns the sky]"

"Wow"

The flash of swords and the shadow of sabers suddenly burst out in the air.

"boom"

The entire sacred peak was shaken.

"boom"

With a dull thud, Song Mu fell heavily to the ground with broken bones and tendons. The redness on his head gradually faded, his sanity returned, and pain also swept over him.

Compared with the physical pain, what made him feel even more miserable was the shattering of his dignity and pride.

He was defeated, and defeated completely.

Song Qingxing, dressed in a fluttering black robe, walked through the dust and came in front of him with cold eyes.

At this time, Song Wuji in the audience seemed to realize something and shouted angrily: "Shang'er, admit defeat!"

...(End of chapter)